Cat Box
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Lyrics by AonoP
Composed by AonoP
Sung by AQUA
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Ataraxia,
A lost pearl in the earthly realm, unable to retrieve.
Just like Schrödinger's cat, forever elusive, I believe.
Ataraxia,
A maze sealed in sand and dust, beyond my reach.
Just like Schrödinger's cat, a mystery I cannot breach.
Ataraxia,
A desire to bury myself, incomprehensible, it seems.
Just like Schrödinger's cat, a puzzle beyond my dreams.
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When holding the last glimmer of dawn, I thought I comprehended it all.
As it wanes in the mist's soft glow, I perceive the light's bewildering sprawl.
Perhaps, not a desert, but an ocean; not peaks, but valleys in view.
Perhaps, it can be everything, yet nothing truly describes its value.
Just like Schrödinger's cat, in a quantum dance it falls.
Burdened with thoughts, feeble and small, I seem.
Tossing and turning, devoid of meaning, it seems.
To be or not to be, how long must I dream?
Tears transform into sighs, pain fades into ordinary.
Everything flows, yet an air of stagnation is customary.
Just like Schrödinger's cat, in a paradoxical realm it crawls.
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The old tree's rings add another layer,
And glacier's cover accumulates further.
Between the ticks of the clock, what is set free?
Or is time itself just an illusion, you see?
Just like Schrödinger's cat, the paradox persists.
What is the reason I cannot find?
The past years, they pass by, silently admired.
If I knew nothing, would I become more inspired?
Just like Schrödinger's cat, no one truly insists.
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The sealed box slowly starts to unfold,
Who is crying, and who is laughing, untold?
The once oblivious me, gradually awakes,
Just like Schrödinger's cat, the mystery takes.
Please tell me, what has come to pass?
Please tell me, what have I missed, alas?
Waiting, I silently watch the range,
Never possessing the greed to change,
Never comprehending the need for change.
Merely observing, in a passive range.
Look,
The cat inside the box, its fate unknown.
Look,
The cat has met its demise, in the box alone.
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Postscript:
The things we see are often the things we miss.
— Aoi
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Lyrics by AonoP
Composed by AonoP
Sung by AQUA
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Ataraxia,
A lost pearl in the earthly realm, unable to retrieve.
Just like Schrödinger's cat, forever elusive, I believe.
Ataraxia,
A maze sealed in sand and dust, beyond my reach.
Just like Schrödinger's cat, a mystery I cannot breach.
Ataraxia,
A desire to bury myself, incomprehensible, it seems.
Just like Schrödinger's cat, a puzzle beyond my dreams.
----
When holding the last glimmer of dawn, I thought I comprehended it all.
As it wanes in the mist's soft glow, I perceive the light's bewildering sprawl.
Perhaps, not a desert, but an ocean; not peaks, but valleys in view.
Perhaps, it can be everything, yet nothing truly describes its value.
Just like Schrödinger's cat, in a quantum dance it falls.
Burdened with thoughts, feeble and small, I seem.
Tossing and turning, devoid of meaning, it seems.
To be or not to be, how long must I dream?
Tears transform into sighs, pain fades into ordinary.
Everything flows, yet an air of stagnation is customary.
Just like Schrödinger's cat, in a paradoxical realm it crawls.
----
The old tree's rings add another layer,
And glacier's cover accumulates further.
Between the ticks of the clock, what is set free?
Or is time itself just an illusion, you see?
Just like Schrödinger's cat, the paradox persists.
What is the reason I cannot find?
The past years, they pass by, silently admired.
If I knew nothing, would I become more inspired?
Just like Schrödinger's cat, no one truly insists.
----
The sealed box slowly starts to unfold,
Who is crying, and who is laughing, untold?
The once oblivious me, gradually awakes,
Just like Schrödinger's cat, the mystery takes.
Please tell me, what has come to pass?
Please tell me, what have I missed, alas?
Waiting, I silently watch the range,
Never possessing the greed to change,
Never comprehending the need for change.
Merely observing, in a passive range.
Look,
The cat inside the box, its fate unknown.
Look,
The cat has met its demise, in the box alone.
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Postscript:
The things we see are often the things we miss.
— Aoi